Date: Sun, 13 Feb 2011 08:36:07 -0800 (PST)
From: Julian Otero
Subject: Who Needs Viagra part four
Who Needs Viagra part four
When we returned from the beach and while the kids showered I told
Ellie about the little knee rubbing our niece had given my dick. "It was no
accident, honey; she kept pressing there and she knew what she was doing to
me."
"Why don't you call your brother? Tell him what happened. See what he
says. I got a feeling we might be in for a surprise." Ellie always had good
advice and I saw no reason not to follow this one.
I got on the phone and after some chit chat about the weather and the
kids I told my brother what his lovely daughter had done.
"That sounds just like her. She's developed into a little vixen,
Greg. I watch her little body prance around the house all the time. Better
look out!
"What?"
"Sounds like she wants to get it on with you, bro."
"Peter, she's only thirteen. She's my niece. We're talking about your
daughter!"
"I know Gregory-boy. I know," he replied in a tone that was full of
suggestive innuendo.
"Are you suggesting?..."
"Nothing, brother."
Nothing my ass, I thought. I mused on what my brother was telling me. I
couldn't quite get my head around it all at once. I heard myself murmur
into the phone: "She's beautiful and sexy. Like her mother" remembering
that I had fucked her mother a dozen times at least.
"Go for it dude." he said in a low but firm voice that was shaded with
regret. No doubt he was remembering his wife also. Funny, he also said "go
for it" the first time I laid his wife.
Before hanging up we made arrangements for him to come down in a few
days. Ellie was glad. I filled in the part of the call she didn't hear
while I caressed her wonderful tits, while I rubbed my cock against her
ass.
"Oh, baby. You realize? He's practically told you to go ahead and fuck
her, Greg. That Peter! I bet he's fucked her himself. I wouldn't put it
past him. He's pimping his own daughter to you. God! I can't wait for him
to get here!"
"Yeah. And I can't wait to lay his daughter."
Ellie and I set about to make the evening as wonderfully erotic as
possible. We fixed our large living room with more silk pillows, dozens of
scented candles, some of my wife's soft stuffed animals, some pornographic
magazines, whatever else we could to set the right mood. The evening air
was balmy and the night moonlit so we left the glass doors to the terrace
open for the view and the scent of the jasmine. Then we took a long warm
shower together and applied scented oil over every part of our body.
We let the kids order a take out and of course it was pizza. Since we
knew wine was an optional choice for them at home I opened the best bottle
we had. While I poured Ellie announced that clothing would be optional also
this evening, our way of getting used to being naked for the trip to the
nude beach tomorrow. Did they wanted to go? You can guess their
response. And it was enthusiastic!
On the cd player the sitar music softy wafted through the room.
They removed the few skimpy items they wore and used the scented oils
offered, paying special attention to their genitals. My wife and I got
naked under their close inspection.
We asked Jane to stand before us so we could admire and praise her
glorious body. In the golden light of the candles our darling niece
resembled--no, surpassed--every nubile maiden we'd ever see in magazines or
the net. From her braided auburn hair to her perfectly manicured toenails
there wasn't one blemish or item out of perfection.
Spontaneously she began to sway to the music. What lovely views we had
of her tits and ass, of her lovely little mound, the cleft moist, the downy
pubic hair barely visible in the candle light. I wished the camera was
handy but I had no desire to break the mood.
"Dance with her Oliver," my wife prompted her nephew. Indeed, Oliver,
dance. Add your slim body to this incredible sight! He got up and they
joined hands, brother and sister improvised movements that simultaneously
were innocent and erotic. I kept their glasses filled with wine from which
they would sip from but not break contact. They knew without being told
what we wanted to see. Gradually their movements became more sexual. They
kissed. They embraced. Their tongues played a duel of arousal. Their hands
moved lower and we could see Oliver's grasp on his sister's ass cheeks,
spreading them, turning them to face us, her little clam just barely
visible, and above, the circle of her anus. Between their bodies the boy's
dick was up hard and straight.
Our view from the couch was like having two reserved seats in a show of
adolescent pornography. The line that marked a social taboo had been
crossed. Ellie leaned into me and massaged all my right parts as I played
with her magnificant tits and fingerd are cunt. It was an invitation to the
kids. They came over and knelt before us. I felt a surge in my groin and
my cockhead flared when I contemplated where I would penetrate them
first. I could see their innocent face covered in my thick white cum. From
the moment I shed my shorts and shirt Jane's blue eyes, as if magnetized,
were focused on my cock.
"Go ahead sweetie, look. Isn't it beautiful?" my wife's husky, aroused
voice asked her niece. There was a pause of sighs and breathy sounds. "I've
sucked it sooo many times..." Ellie declared dreamily, "you...you, can suck
it too, honey." Jane made girlish sounds while her lips parted, her eyes
fixed. My cock seemed to actually physically feel her admiring gaze, as if
her sight alone had the power to make me cum. Oliver smiled and his tongue
wet his lower lip. He looked virginal, but that was deceptive.
I slid forward and opened my legs wider. The invitation was
accepted. The kids knelt against me, their eyes facinated and admiring,
their warm and eager hands petting and caressing my rigid cock. The twins
were comparing notes, evaluating me compared to their father.
"His is a little bigger, you think?" Oliver asked his sister. She
agreed. How true I knew this to be. As kids my younger brother and I had
constantly compared our hard dicks and his was smaller, but never by very
much. I knew his as well as I knew my own. By the time I was seventeen I
was a bit over seven inches and Peter a tad under. There we remained in
relative size relationship to this day.
"Why don't you put it in your mouth and see?" was his Jane's helpful
suggestion. "It should feel like daddy's, you can compare that way."
Oh, please do Oliver, please! Put it in your mouth! I can't wait for
you father to get here. I want to see you suck your own father: suck him,
as I used to. As he sucked me.
His young son leaned forward and his sister held my cock out toward his
lips.
end part 4
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Julian
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Regards,
Julian